The Real World is a place wherein saying that something is good, amounts to categorically stating that everything else is bad. I’ve seen instances of this far too many times for me to disregard. If a teacher at a PTA Meeting makes the momentous error of remarking that ‘X’ is a very good pupil, it’s interpreted to mean something on the lines of, “X is the best pupil ever to grace this planet. All the rest can cheerfully go to hell! (Insert histrionically maniacal laughter here)” That there are infinitely different kinds of good seems to occur to no one.

The Real World is a place where 2 has to be written as the square root of 2, squared. Laughably simple things have to be made astonishingly complex! Things that work just fine without labels have to be given detailed names. Simple, honest truths have to be dressed up to be compliments- which are so obviously sarcastic that the very point alludes me completely- or you risk being labeled a stingy bitch. So much so, it seems that these days, people get offended if you try to compliment them.

The Real World is a place where you remember the past with DVD Quality clarity, obsess unceasingly about the future (to no visible end), and completely forget the present. While the obsession about the past I can, to some extent, acknowledge and make room for; I refuse to see the point in doing the same for the future. Granted, people should have some plans: but planning on what kind of person you’ll be engaged to by what month of what year? Honestly? Good God, people, life isn’t completely within our controls- that’s why we’re not Divinities! Attempting to do the same will only leave you with a huge load of Planner entries; futile Planner entries, if I may add.

To sum it off, I guess I’ll just quote Monica from Friends, “Welcome to the Real World. It sucks, and you’ll love it!”